She can feel the night fall,
The daylight leaves,
The sun hiding,
The stars burst into the sky.
She opens her eyes,
The pure blood lust filling her,
Bursting within her.
She hears the blood flowing,
In some poor unsuspecting victim.
Sneaking into the darkness,
Finally free of her daytime prison,
Searching to fill her veins with blood once more.
She walks silently behind the young girl,
Trapped in the cemetery alone,
Listening to the girls frantic heart,
beating with adrenaline, with fear.
She wraps her ice cold arms around the girl,
And whispers sweat promises of safety,
Then takes the strike,and pierces the girls neck,
Letting the blood fall into her mouth.
She locks those ivory lips around the wound,
and sucks until the girls blood runs slow.
Seeing the girls face after she fed,
She feels pity,
This girl is only 16,
And has yet to really live,
So beautiful is this girl,
That she is made a night-walker,
And so together they hunt at night,
And lovers they do become,
Night-walkers all over,
fear this duo the most.
